The Stiff-Eared Sentry

Huff! After that morning tug-of-war, my old joints demanded a quiet perch. I trotted over to the base of the hallway bookshelf and nudged aside an empty woven basket to claim a sunny wooden plank. Sitting bolt upright, I pricked my big felt ears toward every tiny creak in the floorboards. A rogue dust bunny drifted past my front paws, but I gave a low grumble and let it be—a vigilant sentry doesn't chase fluff on duty. Just keeping watch over our quiet territory.